Zhang Xiaofan heard and did not say anything, only nodding slightly. Seeing his uninterested look, Zeng Shushu smiled embarrassedly, unconsciously widening the distance between them.
At this moment, in the middle of the arena, Lu XueQi held the Tianya Sword, looking at Mu Qingxiao below the stage, her heart was overjoyed, she did not expect him to come to watch her battle.
At the same time, a sharp killing intent flashed in the depths of her eyes.
Mu Qingxiao was slightly stunned, Master ShuiYue, Reverend DaoXuan and Daoist Cang Song on the stage were also slightly stunned, just now, there was an obvious killing intent spreading out from Lu XueQi, even though it was only for a moment, but it was caught by them.
Master ShuiYue, Reverend DaoXuan and Daoist Cang Song did not understand, but Mu Qingxiao was clear, Lu XueQi would not have killing intent for no reason, glancing at Fang Chao on the stage, the source was probably from Dragon Head Peak, as for the reason, she did not know.
Lu XueQi was expressionless, standing in the middle of the arena, her tone was cold, "Greetings Senior Fang, Little Bamboo Peak's eighth generation disciple Lu XueQi, today I would like to seek guidance from Senior Fang."
"Kuang dang!"
The battle bell finally rang, Lu XueQi's expression was cold, looking straight at Fang Chao.
Fang Chao's gaze met with her cold eyes, quivered, as if falling into an ice cellar, he faintly felt that he was being watched, other than the coldness, her gaze contained a different kind of gaze.
Even though Lu XueQi standing opposite him was cold and elegant, but no matter what, he did not dare to joke, hurriedly kept his smile, straightened his thoughts, his right hand made a sign, a silver-white Immortal Sword was raised.
Mu Qingxiao's mouth curved into a smile, Fang Chao's Immortal Sword was actually similar to Qi Hao's Immortal Sword, looks like this person was also in Qi Hao's camp, as the saying goes, one is marked by the company one keeps, mixing with Qi Hao, how good could his character be?
"Look, the battle has begun."
The moment Fang Chao took out his immortal sword, the aura of the second level of the Jade Clear Stage burst out. Fang Chao was not old. He had only joined the Qing Yun Men for a few decades. To be able to cultivate to the second level of the Jade Clear Stage in such a short period of time, he could be considered to have some talent.
While the Qing Yun Men disciples were crying out in alarm, Lu XueQi was still standing expressionlessly on the floating clouds. She watched Fang Chao circulate the Congealed Water in front of her, as if he had no intention of attacking.
In her hand, she held an immortal sword with a sky-blue scabbard. Although this immortal sword did not fuse with its owner like other cultivators' immortal swords, from Fang Chao on the stage to all the Qing Yun Men disciples below the stage, no one dared to look down on it.
On the path of cultivation, psychic magic treasures could often become one with their owners after a long period of cultivation. Just like Mu Qingxiao's soul sword that was hidden in his body, when he needed to use it, he could directly use it. It was extremely convenient.
However, some strange magic treasures, because their spirituality was too strong, the human body could not bear it. They could not do this and could only be carried by their owners.
However, these magic treasures were often immortal treasures with great power. The deeper the owner's cultivation, the more shocking the power they could display. The Qing Yun Men's most precious treasure, the ancient sword "Zhu Xian", belonged to this category.
At this moment, on the stage, a thin layer of ice had already formed on the surface of the stage within three feet of Fang Chao. The Qing Yun Men disciples near the front could feel a cold air blowing against their faces. However, Lu XueQi was still indifferent, only looking at Fang Chao with a cold expression.
Fang Chao performed a one-man show in front of everyone. His immortal sword danced. Not only were there hundreds of eyes below the stage watching, but Lu XueQi's gaze seemed to be even colder than the cold air emitted by his immortal sword. The coldness reached his heart, making him somewhat helpless.
He did not understand why Lu XueQi's gaze was so cold that it pierced the bone. Fang Chao was anxious and uneasy, but with his fellow disciples and elders watching, it was not good for him to perform a one-man show.
He pointed with his right hand and the silver immortal sword shot straight towards Lu XueQi. He shouted, "Junior sister Lu, be careful."
The crowd below the stage roared with laughter. Looking at Fang Chao's appearance, he seemed to be afraid of hurting Lu XueQi. Taoist Cang Song sitting below the stage had a rather ugly expression and snorted coldly.
His snort carried disdain. When it landed in Master Shuiyue's ears, it seemed somewhat ear-piercing, "What, is senior brother Cang Song somewhat dissatisfied?"
Taoist Cang Song stared at the stage and said without turning his head, "Junior sister Shuiyue, your disciples are indeed all extraordinarily beautiful."
Master Shuiyue's expression changed slightly. During the competition, Taoist Cang Song did not praise her disciples' cultivation, but instead praised the female disciples' beauty. The sarcasm was even more obvious.
Who was Master Shuiyue, as the head of Little Bamboo Peak, her status was not one bit lower than Cang Song. Her brows raised and she immediately said, "I also did not know that under the Qing Yun Men's cultivation sect, there are actually so many lecherous wastrels, greedy and lecherous people. What's more, a woman's beauty is also a type of weapon."
Taoist Cang Song was furious and was about to retort when Reverend DaoXuan sitting in the middle raised his hand to stop him, "Alright, alright, you're all a few hundred years old, quarreling in front of so many disciples is not afraid of losing face. Watch the competition."
As he spoke, Taoist Cang Song's gaze did not leave the stage. Previously the murderous intent that Lu XueQi exuded made him rather concerned. This competition is most likely …
Master Shuiyue and Taoist Cang Song snorted coldly and turned their heads, their gazes landing on the stage.
Fang Chao's silver immortal sword had already shot to Lu XueQi's feet. Lu XueQi's cold face did not have a trace of expression. She did not seem to have done anything, the cloud beneath her feet carried her delicate body backwards.
But Fang Chao's immortal sword was faster and caught up in the blink of an eye. Below the stage, there was a wave of screams and sighs.
Seeing that at this critical moment, Lu XueQi flipped her hand, her face was cold as frost. Without unsheathing the Tian Ya Sword, she directly blocked in front of her.
"Clang!"
A crisp echo spread out in all directions above the square. Fang Chao's silver immortal sword seemed to have suffered a heavy blow and instantly bounced back. On the stage, Fang Chao's pupils violently contracted. Below the stage, Taoist Cang Song's expression changed slightly.
Under everyone's shocked gaze, they saw that Lu XueQi did not hesitate at all. The murderous intent reappeared in her eyes and with a toss of her right hand, she directly threw the Tian Ya Sword along with its scabbard out. At the same time, she made a gesture and the Tian Ya Sword suddenly bloomed with a dazzling light in mid-air.
In a split second, the blue light covered the entire stage.
Fang Chao did not dare to be negligent. Seeing that dazzling blue light covering the sky and covering the earth, he was shocked and at the same time infuriated. Lu XueQi actually looked down on him so much that she did not even unsheathing her immortal sword.
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